He is 58 today. Wow he is older then S**t. This is going to be a quick birthday blog to only keep him happy. He is always bugging me about talking in my blog about how good of a person he is. I have gotten so sick of it. So we have come to the point that we communicate by skype on the computer to each other. We live 5 feet from each other. So you know it has gotten bad.
Really it hasn't. I took him out to eat at the Echos restaurant and he made me eat a pepperoni and pineapple pizza. I told him that pineapple did not belong on pizza. Doesn't make sense. Just like banana's don't belong in jello. I ate it. It was ok. I told him before we ate that if I did like it that I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of telling him that I liked it. I told him if I go home and start eating it like this that if I ever met him again to eat pizza sometime down the road that I would still deny it and want to eat just a plain pepperoni pizza. This is all for me to continue to keep of my persona of being a pain in his butt. Our relationship works better that way. Me being surly and him being just plain him.
I convinced him to send me this picture.
This picture is of Dean and Cindy getting married. This is awesome. I really think we should go back to this style of formal wear. I think I will make David, my oldest son, where something like this to prom. I might bribe him. I really believe if movie stars would start wearing this stuff again the kids would bring it back. Here is a great idea. The high schools should have an old time formal where you had to find suites like this. This also would be a great fundraiser activity for adults. Everybody from this era would really get into it. The other thing is the hair. I asked him how much marijuana he smoked back then. There was no answer. I hope this didn't embarres his wife but she can blame it on him for giving up the picture.
I got him something else. Not really. I did give him a bag of hot tamales. Really we came home from eating and saw this thing laying in the Tiki Bar area.
There was this stray cat back there. He approached it and got about 3 feet from it and it gave a loud, kind of angry meow. Couldn't tell how big it was but it was just interesting to see it. He stayed out there with it for awhile. I decided to go to the room. Don't mind cats but I have no ambition to come close to touching a stray cat. These things are the vector for that Leshmaniasis infection anyway. Probably when Dean gets home and if has a large boil like infection on his arm you will know why. He has a wedding for his son to go to in about 8 weeks. I hope the boil is somewhere he can cover for his son's sake